Thursday, March 10, 2011

Vampire Dreams

I guess the credit can go to Falstaff, or to the casting agents that have put Judy Greer in every television show over the last few years, but I had a vivid dream the other night that could have ended a number of interesting ways. While sitting in a seat that appeared to be in an airplane or a train, I felt a presence over my left shoulder. Looking up, I saw Ms. Greer descending upon my neck with a set of pearly, white fangs.

"What are you doing," I asked, somewhat annoyed as I had been quietly reading.

"I am a vampire. I am going to suck your blood," Ms. Greer replied.

"If you are a vampire, you have super-human strength, right?"

"Of course I do"

"Well then, pick me up."

She wrapped her arms around me and strained. I could tell she was trying with all her might, but I just would not budge. "Anytime now," I implored her, knowing that she was about at the point of giving up.

She released me and looked down, resignation etched into her face. 'Go sit down." I said. Her shoulders drooped as she turned and returned to her seat, still thirsty. I returned to my reading. Only after waking in the morning did I realize this story could have ended so differently in the hands of another, more talented dreamer. Maybe if I send it to Showtime after Dark . . .

He had already been through about the most rigorous training the Army had to offer. He had nothing to prove to anyone but himself. I wonder how my Dad felt on the day the Western Union man came to the door, fifteen years old and losing his favorite brother so soon after losing his Father in a train accident. How did Granny handle it? I know she turned to prayer and belief in God's will. Is that the time Dad lost his faith?